only imagine the place
closed. it is colder this morning.
mrs ciano to be removed, one
part back to the museum, the
other packed and ready to go,
back, whence. she came from
an imagination, all bloodied
bandages, hymned words.
in two parts, splinter time.
google her remains.
the curator moves
on.
mrs ciano.
sbm.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
only imagine the place
closed. it is colder this morning.
mrs ciano to be removed, one
part back to the museum, the
other packed and ready to go,
back, whence. she came from
an imagination, all bloodied
bandages, hymned words.
in two parts, splinter time.
google her remains.
the curator moves
on.
mrs ciano.
sbm.
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